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Thursday, April 21, 2022

Bang!, Terzata #43

I slept as the doorbell rang.

When I rose they were gone.

A sweet earworm sang and sang.


Was it really no one?

The day raced by as days will,

A bullet from a rubber gun


With only duration to kill.

If I can’t remember dreams,

What I forget of life are dreams until


Remembered (when they seem

Like hammers and bangs).

But most often they gleam

Afar — frozen gilded boomerangs.